Ginny and Harry meet in the Room of Requirement and have a little heart-to-heart. My personal favorite chapter. FYI, Luna is one of my favorite characters, right after Sirius and Dobby. That should explain the end. LAST CHAPTER! Sorry it ends here, but I thought this end was right for the story. The last part was a kinda spur of the moment thing that I came up with two seconds before I typed this chapter, and I really liked it. If you are a Luna hater, don't read the last part. :) And, of course, I don't own Harry Potter.

Ginny let out a deep sigh. She had done it. She had sent the drawing to Harry, the one she had been working on in the Hospital Wing. He knew how Luna felt, and he was breaking up with her, perhaps as she stood here by the window. He ought to have the drawing.

She tore her eyes away from the window and descended the steps down to the common room. Smiling, she pushed the portrait open and began walking.

'"Ginny," Harry said, his voice light and romantic.

"Yes Harry?" Ginny asked, smiling at him as he walked closer.

"I just wanted to tell you," Harry reached out to hug her…'

WHAM!

"Ouch!" Ginny yelped, massaging her arm. She had trailed off into her own fantasy, and had walked straight into a wall. She let out a deep breath, looked around, and smoothed her clothes. Regaining herself, she looked around at her surroundings.

"One floor down," She said aloud, and began to descend the nearest staircase.

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Ginny walked back and forth in front of the Room of Requirement.

'Please give me a room so plain that it looks like a prison. I want it to look awful, with only a candle for light.'

A dull gray door appeared, and she seized the dull silver handle. Inside, the room was painted the same shade of gray as the door, and a small candle lit the center of the room. Ginny walked in, shut the door behind her, and was plunged into semi-darkness.

"Lumos," She said automatically. Her wand tip flared, and she quickly pulled it out of her pocket before her clothes caught fire. Her wand did little to improve the gloom, but this was exactly what she had wanted. She whispered "Knox," and her wand tip went out immediately.

"Why do I want a prison?" Ginny asked herself. "It's not going to do anything." She sat down on the cold floor next to the candle, and waited.

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"Ginny?"

"I'm here Harry," Ginny answered.

"What's with the darkness? Lumos!" Harry's wand tip ignited, and Ginny could see his faint outline by the door of the Room of Requirement.

"You got the message, then," Ginny said.

"Yeah." Ginny was referring to the letters 'ROR' she had printed at the bottom of the drawing.

They sat in silence for a minute or two, when Ginny suddenly asked, "Do you like it?"

"The drawing?" Ginny blushed as Harry drew it out of his pocket. "Yeah. It's amazing. You've got some real talent."

The silence was back. Ginny felt scared that Harry would leave. Why had she chosen to make this room so dark and hopeless?

"I need to tell you how I feel," Harry said, groping around in the darkness until he found her hand.

"No kidding," Ginny said sarcastically.

"Well, um, when I first heard about the Halloween Ball, I immediately thought of Luna." He paused, looking for a reaction. When there was none, he continued. "I had liked her ever since the end of last year. I don't know why, I just did."

"Harry, I know this already," Ginny interrupted.

"Right," Harry cleared his throat. "OK, after the ball, and I found out it was you, I felt really awkward around you. You know, because you had feelings for me where I didn't have feelings for you. It was weird to know how you felt while I was with someone else, and then find out that that someone else was moving.

"Then I realized something, after that Quidditch match. I may have liked Luna, but I had always had feelings for you, from the moment I met you on Platform 9 ¾. I loved your whole family, and you all are the closest thing I've ever had to brothers, a sister, a mother, and a father. I love all your brothers so much, that I feel I would die if anything ever happened to them. And your mother and father, well, they are my parents, generally speaking."

"And me?" Ginny said quietly.

"You. There's always been a cloud of doubt where you've been concerned, Ginny. One moment you're my friend, then you're just Ron's little sister, then you're my sister, there's just so many parts you play in my life. I loved you just like I love all your brothers."

"What do you mean, 'loved?'"

"Well, like I said before, after that Quidditch match, I've realized that you play a bigger part in my life than just all those different roles. I used to love you like the rest of your family."

"And now?"

"Now, I love you more than I did then. Before, I felt that as long as I have that love for your family, and that they are always safe and whole, everything will be all right, too. Now I feel that as long as I have you with me, and have that love for you, my world is perfect."

Harry pulled Ginny into a hug. She laid her head on his shoulder, and Ginny heard Harry's heart ramming against his chest. His arms felt so good around her, and it felt so good to lay her head on his shoulder. The whole moment felt right. It just fit.

Harry pulled her closer, one arm still gripping her back, the other snaking under her knees. He stood up with Ginny in his arms, and started to twirl around.

"Harry, stop it before we fall over!" Ginny said breathlessly.

"Fine," Harry said in the tone of a three year old being denied the pleasure of playing in the mud. Ginny giggled as he set her down on her feet gently.

"So, what is with the darkness?" Harry asked.

"No idea," Ginny said. She smiled, and the room was suddenly brightly lit, the afternoon sun shining through huge glass windows. Candles lined the now red and gold walls, and there was a crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling.

"Better?"

"You have no idea," Harry said, as he removed his hand from his squinted eyes. As his eyes became accustomed to the light, he put his arm around Ginny. "I believe this is where we left off on Halloween."

"Indeed it is," Ginny said.

As music began to play, she spun around, looking for the source of the beautiful sound. Harry stopped her spinning by grabbing her hand, and she noticed that the music seemed to be coming from the room. Harry smiled cockily at her, and bowed.

"Ginny Weasley, will you honor me with a dance?"

"Well, I would be delighted, sir," Ginny said as she curtsied. The two of them began to dance, and as they did, the Room of Requirement changed.

The outside view through the windows changed, so that moonlight shined on their faces and the stars twinkled at them. The walls seemed to melt into individual columns, which turned into trees. The floor changed to grass, and the ceiling disappeared, so that the moon was directly above their heads.

"Ginny, look," Harry nodded toward one side of what was previously the Room of Requirement. Ginny followed his gaze and saw a unicorn galloping just behind the trees nearest them. Tiny, colorful moths fluttered low in the clearing.

"It's beautiful," Ginny whispered, still dancing with her head on Harry's shoulder.

"I know," Harry said quietly, not looking at the trees, but at her. "I love you, Ginny."

"I love you too, Harry."

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Dear Diary,

Wow. America is so wonderful! Even though I've only been here a few days, I love it just as much as England. The muggles here are fascinating to watch. Sometimes Daddy and I just sit at our apartment window for hours, watching them and laughing.

As fascinating as muggles are, I can't help but think of how much more interesting the romance at Hogwarts must be. I think I left a match made in heaven back there. As much as I hate to admit it, Ginny and Harry are perfect for one another.

Harry. Where do I start? Well, he is one in a million. Not only did he thwart You-Know-Who five times, but he was the only boy who was actually polite to me. He was the only boy friend I ever had.

I am in love with Harry.

No! Stop that, Luna! It's was. Was. Was, was, was. I WAS in love with Harry Potter.

A bigger lie has never been written. Who am I trying to fool? I love him.

I can still remember that blessed moment when he showed me how he felt about me. He asked me to the Costume Party. The party was only a rumor at the time, but the offer was enough.

I felt awful turning him down, but, quite frankly, I don't go to dances. I don't know the first thing about dancing, I don't like crowds, and I find costumes embarrassing.

He looked so awful when I said no. It felt so bad to say no, but I had to look for the crumple-horned snorkack. That's why we came to the United States to begin with: Someone found a crumple-horned snorkack.

Anyway, the day after I said no, Harry asked me to go to Hogsmeade with him. I said yes, and had the most wonderful time of my life with him. I found out that I could really talk to Harry, and he showed genuine interest in what I had to say. He was so nice, and he stood up for me when Malfoy criticized my dad. He must've sprained -maybe even broken – Malfoy's wrist. That crack was most satisfactory.

Then there was that fateful day- October 31st, 1997. The day of the Halloween Masked Ball. I went to look for a snorkack, and after only a half hour, I found one! I took a picture and headed back up to the castle. I couldn't believe that I had the entire day to do whatever I wanted. I have a passion for reading muggle novels, and I was looking forward to plowing through The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn.

Instead, I met Harry. He and Ginny were walking down to the Great Hall together, wearing matching costumes. Harry was about to put his arm around Ginny, and about a thousand thoughts were running through my head at once. For example:

"What are they doing together?"

"They look so cute together!"

"Get away from him!"

"Harry's mine! He asked me!"

Subconsciously, I called out Harry's name. As his arm withdrew back to the side of his body, and he uttered my name in surprise, I saw Ginny's face. Her face was a mixture of disappointment, sadness, but above all those feelings, I could see pure loathing. I thought I would never be able to erase that look she gave me from my mind.

Two seconds later I had forgotten it.

Harry asked me to go to the dance with him again. I thought, 'Well, what's the harm? I've got a picture, and it might be fun.'

So I went to the dance with Harry. I had an adequately good time. We didn't really dance too much; we sat and talked for most of the dance. He did persuade me to dance to one song, but I was so horrendous that I was soon begging to sit down again.

The next day I found out that I was moving. I told Harry this that morning, and then went down to the Great Hall for breakfast. The Quidditch match that followed helped take my mind off things. It was a pretty good match. Ravenclaw won because Harry decided to save Ginny's life. Ginny had been hit by Jack Sloper. What an idiot.

I visited Ginny in the Hospital Wing while she was recovering, to offer her help and support. After dinner that same day, I realized that I had forgotten to tell Hermione, who wanted to know what Ginny's homework was, about one of our assignments. I figured that Hermione was giving Ginny her books when I remembered this, so I just checked out a copy of the book Ginny would need from the library and walked to the Hospital Wing to give it to her.

What I saw in the Hospital Wing was something I will never forget. Harry kissing Ginny. Ginny kissing Harry. I didn't know what was going on, and didn't really want to either.

The book almost slipped from my hands, but I caught it just in time. I didn't want either of them to know I had seen them. It would have been such an awkward situation.

That night, as I sat on my bed in my dormitory, I realized that I had to make a heart-wrenching decision. I could forget everything I had seen in the Hospital Wing, act like nothing had happened, and keep going out with Harry, or I could find a way to break it off with him so he could be with the girl he really liked, Ginny.

I was weak. I couldn't do it. The next day, when Harry sat down next to me at the Ravenclaw table for breakfast, I couldn't break it off with him. He didn't either. After Ginny came back, (and hit Harry with a Bat-Bogey Hex) Harry seemed to feel very awkward around me.

I staged a conversation with Ginny where I 'confessed' that I didn't like Harry as much as I used to. I knew Ginny would tell Harry, and he would break it off with me. I knew I had to do this; I would be leaving in less than a month, and Harry and Ginny obviously had feelings for one another.

Sure enough, that day at lunch, Harry had something to tell me. I gathered up all my courage and lied to him about how I felt, because I wanted to be the one to break it off. I have confidence that he went to Ginny later that very same day.

After moving to America, the pain of losing Harry seemed to heal. I still miss him terribly, but knowing that he and Ginny are happy helps.

I still wonder sometimes why I did it. Why I let go of the boy I loved so that someone else could have him. I always remind myself of the look Ginny gave me the night of the ball. I remember the jealously I could tell Ginny had toward me, although she tried to hide it. I also remind myself of the love in Harry's eyes when he looked at Ginny. He didn't know it was there, but I saw it. It was one of those things he did naturally.

Then there is the fact that I am in America. How could I not break it off with Harry, move to another country, and then expect him to not get together with Ginny behind my back? Ginny is perfect for Harry, and Harry is perfect for Ginny. I don't fit in anywhere.

Love,

Luna Lovegood

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